The mom is Jamie Lee Curtis???
Seriously. It's obvious now than I know, but I haven't seen her or thought about her since A Fish Called Wanda and wow.
She looks older than she did 40 years ago. Surprisingly enough.
So well, mine have potential but they're way too acidic. The recipe I got had barely more sugar than my pickles onions, that may be the reason. I'll try the next jar with way more sugar.
You know, 4 years ago I thought 100 square meters would be plenty for my garden. Now I'm struggling to fit everything I want in 300 square meters.
And you just told me I can't remove the rhubarb because there's something new to try with it. Damn. Thanks.
Ok tell me more about the rhubarb. Please. I have a huge plant in my garden and never touch it. Because I don't like rhubarb.
Don't ask why I planted one, okay?
How is it? What do you eat it with?
Dunno how it works where you are, but I (author) get money from library books. Much less than when a reader buys it (duh), but it pays for nice Christmas presents.
Please! It's islamphobia and "narcotraffic" (i.e. small-scale pot dealers, who have no future anyway because of racism, classism, prejudice, and Paris-centrism.)
J'habite à 412km de Paris. De chez moi, ça veut dire 25 minutes de voiture pour aller prendre le car (il n'y en a pas entre 11h30 et 16h, et un seul entre 10h et 11h30),
1h20 de car pour aller à la gare,
3h de train (direct, ouf).
Mais comme la région sabre les horaires des cars, et qu'au fil des ans la SNCF supprime certaines liaisons quotidiennes, il n'est pas rare que je doive partir de chez moi vers 9h du mat pour arriver gare d'Austerlitz à 20h.
11h pour faire 400 bornes.
(Et il n'y a pas de car qui me conduise à la préfecture. Rien.)
Moi, j'ai choisi d'habiter ici. Mais pas les mômes de mon village. Ni leurs parents, pris dans l'engrenage du manque d'instruction et de l'isolement.
On ne demande pas une desserte TGV dans chaque village. Mais on est en colère.
In my late forties and I couldn't tell you what year I graduated. I know I fucked up so bad freshman year I had to switch from an Ivy League to an okay school with zero credit to my name, and lost a whole year, I know I got to 90% done with three different minors I ended up hating and dropping. I know I'm successful and happy in my career.
It doesn't matter a bit.
Also, you're struggling BUT doing it. That's way more impressive than cruising through college.
Thank you!
Would love an invite to stop using TPB only like the out-of-touch ex-young person I am.
Moi, non.
The mom is Jamie Lee Curtis???
Seriously. It's obvious now than I know, but I haven't seen her or thought about her since A Fish Called Wanda and wow.
She looks older than she did 40 years ago. Surprisingly enough.
So well, mine have potential but they're way too acidic. The recipe I got had barely more sugar than my pickles onions, that may be the reason. I'll try the next jar with way more sugar.
Fermented squash. I ferment a lot of produce I get from my garden, even stuff I could eat fresh. But squash is first tier.
Are we talking pickled rhubarb, or fresh?
You know, 4 years ago I thought 100 square meters would be plenty for my garden. Now I'm struggling to fit everything I want in 300 square meters.
And you just told me I can't remove the rhubarb because there's something new to try with it. Damn. Thanks.
You said "cheese." Nothing else matters. I'll try it very soon. Let's report back!
Ok tell me more about the rhubarb. Please. I have a huge plant in my garden and never touch it. Because I don't like rhubarb.
Don't ask why I planted one, okay?
How is it? What do you eat it with?
For me, Star Wars and Lord of the Ring (the books, as well.)
The best part? I publish SF and fantasy for a living.
Dunno how it works where you are, but I (author) get money from library books. Much less than when a reader buys it (duh), but it pays for nice Christmas presents.
Please! It's islamphobia and "narcotraffic" (i.e. small-scale pot dealers, who have no future anyway because of racism, classism, prejudice, and Paris-centrism.)
J'habite à 412km de Paris. De chez moi, ça veut dire 25 minutes de voiture pour aller prendre le car (il n'y en a pas entre 11h30 et 16h, et un seul entre 10h et 11h30), 1h20 de car pour aller à la gare, 3h de train (direct, ouf). Mais comme la région sabre les horaires des cars, et qu'au fil des ans la SNCF supprime certaines liaisons quotidiennes, il n'est pas rare que je doive partir de chez moi vers 9h du mat pour arriver gare d'Austerlitz à 20h. 11h pour faire 400 bornes.
(Et il n'y a pas de car qui me conduise à la préfecture. Rien.)
Moi, j'ai choisi d'habiter ici. Mais pas les mômes de mon village. Ni leurs parents, pris dans l'engrenage du manque d'instruction et de l'isolement.
On ne demande pas une desserte TGV dans chaque village. Mais on est en colère.
France : a local bar is L'ACABane dans les bois, "The cabin in the woods". It should be spelled La cabane dans les bois.
In my late forties and I couldn't tell you what year I graduated. I know I fucked up so bad freshman year I had to switch from an Ivy League to an okay school with zero credit to my name, and lost a whole year, I know I got to 90% done with three different minors I ended up hating and dropping. I know I'm successful and happy in my career.
It doesn't matter a bit.
Also, you're struggling BUT doing it. That's way more impressive than cruising through college.
Yup, it's a way to use old bread instead of letting it go to waste.
Thank you for asking tbe question for everybody.
France: every two years. May be different (4 years ?) for cars under 10 year old, but I wouldn't know.
French here: it works. Miam.